Anjola
Driving back to the orphanage, I couldn't shake off the confrontation earlier. It was a mess up in my head and I couldn't get the choosing sensation in my stomach. It was crystal clear I wouldn't get over it if I didn't get answers. My alleged mother had disappeared for twenty-three years and all of a sudden I happened to bump into her. Impossible.
"Driver, Make a U-turn," I ordered.
The driver's head tilted to my side, "Why?" Their reply and reaction showed they were aware of Diablo's orders. I should have known. I needed a ruse. I stopped for a moment. It occurred to me that I was the boss. Not that I liked it, but Diablo listened to whatever I said. A devious idea hit me.
"Because I said so." I retorted.
My confidence boost shocked them both and I noticed the hesitation in
